My Favorite Fantasy for All Those Submissives
As I drive up, I know that they are ready for me. I have been
coming here for years, they know me well and are quite happy
to accommodate my requirements. They never even ask anymore,
everything is as I ask. My requirements are simple and not
that strange -- I am never to know who is giving me a massage,
I don not want to know if they are male or female, they are
to enter the room after I do and they are never to speak. I
go right to the massage room; they always put me in the same
room so that I do not have to speak to anyone. I am already
in my head and don t want the distraction. The room is as expected,
the lights are out, candles are lit and the smell of lavender
fills the room along with the soft music of the Navahos.
I slowly undress, and as I step out of my panties, I touch
myself. I am already wet whether in anticipation of the
fantasy or the anticipation that this time fantasy will
meld with reality is beyond me and really makes no difference.
I settle myself on the table and begin to drift, and as instructed,
15 minutes go by before someone enters the room. The only
sound I hear is hands rubbing together as oil is applied
to start the massage. As usual, the massage begins with
gentle strokes up and down my back, neck, arms and shoulders.
I begin to feel the tension leaving my body and drift further
and further away, enjoying the movie in my head as well as
the feel of the unknown hands on my body. Time goes by but
I am not aware, I am lost in the sensation of the hands on my
body, and I can feel myself getting wetter as the hands move
to begin to work on my lower body. Hands at my feet, caressing,
kneading, sending shivers up my entire body. Hands at my
calves, cajoling the muscles, easing the tension. Part
of me wondering is this the day? The other part just enjoying
the pure sensual freedom of the disembodied hands. Hands
moving up my legs, working on my thighs, my legs parting
to allow access. Strong firm hands, but again, as I desire,
I have no clue as to whether they are a man s or woman s hands.
Wait, what was that? Just the lightest brush against my
lips or did I imagine it. I will myself to show no reaction,
no change in breathing, no change in the slightest for fear
that either it did not happen or it did happen and, if I acknowledge
it, it won t happen again. Hands continue at my thighs with
no change in motion. So wet know I wonder if the masseuse
can smell my arousal. Then again I feel the brush of fingers
against my lips, more deliberate this time, again I show
no reaction, but I can feel my pulse quicken. Is this the
day that reality and fantasy merge? I feel it will be so,
but I instinctively know that I must not react, as this will
stop the end I so desire. The hands continue in this way,
until I am sure that it is no longer accidental the hands
are purposely finding and caressing my lips and then suddenly
without warning a finger slips into my pussy. I almost come
immediately, but again I know that I need to control myself.
The finger slips out again almost as quickly as it went in
and now the hands move to my other leg and the process starts
all over again first my foot, then my calf, then finally,
back to my thigh. This time the hands are move aggressive,
less tentative, slipping in and out of my pussy with purpose,
another finger massaging my clit, now two fingers in my
pussy, and still I show no reaction other than the wetness
that pours over the hands. More now still massaging my clit
now with three fingers fucking my pussy slow at first, then
faster as the hands realize I am nearing a climax, then I
am spilling over, grasping the hand with my pussy, coming
and coming and coming. The hands slow but never stop, now
continuing on with the massage, time again passes but I
am floating now, gone out of body, then slowly I feel the
hands slide down my entire body one last time and I hear the
door open and close. I am once again alone, and even though
I just came, I know I need to again, I roll over and find the
oil left next to me, pouring the oil on my hands, I begin to
play with myself, I can t last long, I am still too in to the
fantasy to hold out, once again I come. Time passes and I
drift off to sleep for a while, when I awake, I smile and wonder
once again what part of what happened was real and what was
only in my mind
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